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Data di rilascio: 30.11.2017
Etichetta discografica: Twins of Evil
Dagon |
I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall |
be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone |
makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself |
from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my |
slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read |
these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, |
why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death |
It was in one of the most open and least frequented parts of the broad Pacific |
that the packet of which I was supercargo fell a victim to the German |
sea-raider. The great war was then at its very beginning, and the ocean forces |
of the Hun had not completely sunk to their later degradation; so that our |
vessel was made a legitimate prize, whilst we of her crew were treated with all |
the fairness and consideration due us as naval prisoners. So liberal, indeed, |
was the discipline of our captors, that five days after we were taken I |
managed to escape alone in a small boat with water and provisions for a good |
length of time |
When I finally found myself adrift and free, I had but little idea of my |
surroundings. Never a competent navigator, I could only guess vaguely by the |
sun and stars that I was somewhat south of the equator. Of the longitude I knew |
nothing, and no island or coast-line was in sight. The weather kept fair, |
and for uncounted days I drifted aimlessly beneath the scorching sun; |
waiting either for some passing ship, or to be cast on the shores of some |
habitable land. But neither ship nor land appeared, and I began to despair in |
my solitude upon the heaving vastnesses of unbroken blue |
The change happened whilst I slept. Its details I shall never know; |
for my slumber, though troubled and dream-infested, was continuous. |
When at last I awaked, it was to discover myself half sucked into a slimy |
expanse of hellish black mire which extended about me in monotonous undulations |
as far as I could see, and in which my boat lay grounded some distance away |
Though one might well imagine that my first sensation would be of wonder at so |
prodigious and unexpected a transformation of scenery, I was in reality more |
horrified than astonished; for there was in the air and in the rotting soil a |
sinister quality which chilled me to the very core. The region was putrid with |
the carcasses of decaying fish, and of other less describable things which I |
saw protruding from the nasty mud of the unending plain. Perhaps I should not |
hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in |
absolute silence and barren immensity. There was nothing within hearing, |
and nothing in sight save a vast reach of black slime; yet the very |
completeness of the stillness and the homogeneity of the landscape oppressed me |
with a nauseating fear |
The sun was blazing down from a sky which seemed to me almost black in its |
cloudless cruelty; as though reflecting the inky marsh beneath my feet. |
As I crawled into the stranded boat I realised that only one theory could |
explain my position. Through some unprecedented volcanic upheaval, |
a portion of the ocean floor must have been thrown to the surface, |
exposing regions which for innumerable millions of years had lain hidden under |
unfathomable watery depths. So great was the extent of the new land which had |
risen beneath me, that I could not detect the faintest noise of the surging |
ocean, strain my ears as I might. Nor were there any sea-fowl to prey upon the |
dead things |
For several hours I sat thinking or brooding in the boat, which lay upon its |
side and afforded a slight shade as the sun moved across the heavens. |
As the day progressed, the ground lost some of its stickiness, and seemed |
likely to dry sufficiently for travelling purposes in a short time. |
That night I slept but little, and the next day I made for myself a pack |
containing food and water, preparatory to an overland journey in search of the |
vanished sea and possible rescue |
On the third morning I found the soil dry enough to walk upon with ease. |
The odour of the fish was maddening; but I was too much concerned with graver |
things to mind so slight an evil, and set out boldly for an unknown goal. |
All day I forged steadily westward, guided by a far-away hummock which rose |
higher than any other elevation on the rolling desert. That night I encamped, |
and on the following day still travelled toward the hummock, though that |
object seemed scarcely nearer than when I had first espied it. By the fourth |
evening I attained the base of the mound, which turned out to be much higher |
than it had appeared from a distance; an intervening valley setting it out in |
sharper relief from the general surface. Too weary to ascend, I slept in the |
shadow of the hill |
I know not why my dreams were so wild that night; but ere the waning and |
fantastically gibbous moon had risen far above the eastern plain, |
I was awake in a cold perspiration, determined to sleep no more. |
Such visions as I had experienced were too much for me to endure again. |
And in the glow of the moon I saw how unwise I had been to travel by day. |
Without the glare of the parching sun, my journey would have cost me less |
energy; indeed, I now felt quite able to perform the ascent which had deterred |
me at sunset. Picking up my pack, I started for the crest of the eminence |
I have said that the unbroken monotony of the rolling plain was a source of |
vague horror to me; but I think my horror was greater when I gained the summit |
of the mound and looked down the other side into an immeasurable pit or canyon, |
whose black recesses the moon had not yet soared high enough to illumine. |
I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless |
chaos of eternal night. Through my terror ran curious reminiscences of Paradise |
Lost, and of Satan’s hideous climb through the unfashioned realms of darkness |
As the moon climbed higher in the sky, I began to see that the slopes of the |
valley were not quite so perpendicular as I had imagined. Ledges and |
outcroppings of rock afforded fairly easy foot-holds for a descent, |
whilst after a drop of a few hundred feet, the declivity became very gradual. |
Urged on by an impulse which I cannot definitely analyse, I scrambled with |
difficulty down the rocks and stood on the gentler slope beneath, |
gazing into the Stygian deeps where no light had yet penetrated |
All at once my attention was captured by a vast and singular object on the |
opposite slope, which rose steeply about an hundred yards ahead of me; |
an object that gleamed whitely in the newly bestowed rays of the ascending |
moon. That it was merely a gigantic piece of stone, I soon assured myself; |
but I was conscious of a distinct impression that its contour and position |
were not altogether the work of Nature. A closer scrutiny filled me with |
sensations I cannot express; for despite its enormous magnitude, |
and its position in an abyss which had yawned at the bottom of the sea since |
the world was young, I perceived beyond a doubt that the strange object was a |
well-shaped monolith whose massive bulk had known the workmanship and perhaps |
the worship of living and thinking creatures |
Dazed and frightened, yet not without a certain thrill of the scientist’s or |
archaeologist’s delight, I examined my surroundings more closely. |
The moon, now near the zenith, shone weirdly and vividly above the towering |
steeps that hemmed in the chasm, and revealed the fact that a far-flung body of |
water flowed at the bottom, winding out of sight in both directions, |
and almost lapping my feet as I stood on the slope. Across the chasm, |
the wavelets washed the base of the Cyclopean monolith; on whose surface I |
could now trace both inscriptions and crude sculptures. The writing was in a |
system of hieroglyphics unknown to me, and unlike anything I had ever seen in |
books; consisting for the most part of conventionalised aquatic symbols such as |
fishes, eels, octopi, crustaceans, molluscs, whales, and the like. |
Several characters obviously represented marine things which are unknown to |
the modern world, but whose decomposing forms I had observed on the ocean-risen |
plain |
It was the pictorial carving, however, that did most to hold me spellbound. |
Plainly visible across the intervening water on account of their enormous size, |
were an array of bas-reliefs whose subjects would have excited the envy of a |
Doré. I think that these things were supposed to depict men—at least, |
a certain sort of men; though the creatures were shewn disporting like fishes |
in the waters of some marine grotto, or paying homage at some monolithic shrine |
which appeared to be under the waves as well. Of their faces and forms I dare |
not speak in detail; for the mere remembrance makes me grow faint. |
Grotesque beyond the imagination of a Poe or a Bulwer, they were damnably |
human in general outline despite webbed hands and feet, shockingly wide and |
flabby lips, glassy, bulging eyes, and other features less pleasant to recall. |
Curiously enough, they seemed to have been chiselled badly out of proportion |
with their scenic background; for one of the creatures was shewn in the act of |
killing a whale represented as but little larger than himself. I remarked, |
as I say, their grotesqueness and strange size; but in a moment decided that |
they were merely the imaginary gods of some primitive fishing or seafaring |
tribe; some tribe whose last descendant had perished eras before the first |
ancestor of the Piltdown or Neanderthal Man was born. Awestruck at this |
unexpected glimpse into a past beyond the conception of the most daring |
anthropologist, I stood musing whilst the moon cast queer reflections on the |
silent channel before me |
Then suddenly I saw it. With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the |
surface, the thing slid into view above the dark waters. Vast, Polyphemus-like, |
and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the |
monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its |
hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then |
Of my frantic ascent of the slope and cliff, and of my delirious journey back |
to the stranded boat, I remember little. I believe I sang a great deal, |
and laughed oddly when I was unable to sing. I have indistinct recollections |
of a great storm some time after I reached the boat; at any rate, |
I know that I heard peals of thunder and other tones which Nature utters only |
in her wildest moods |
When I came out of the shadows I was in a San Francisco hospital; |
brought thither by the captain of the American ship which had picked up my |
boat in mid-ocean. In my delirium I had said much, but found that my words had |
been given scant attention. Of any land upheaval in the Pacific, |
my rescuers knew nothing; nor did I deem it necessary to insist upon a thing |
which I knew they could not believe. Once I sought out a celebrated ethnologist, |
and amused him with peculiar questions regarding the ancient Philistine legend |
of Dagon, the Fish-God; but soon perceiving that he was hopelessly conventional, |
I did not press my inquiries |
It is at night, especially when the moon is gibbous and waning, that I see the |
thing. I tried morphine; but the drug has given only transient surcease, |
and has drawn me into its clutches as a hopeless slave. So now I am to end it |
all, having written a full account for the information or the contemptuous |
amusement of my fellow-men. Often I ask myself if it could not all have been a |
pure phantasm—a mere freak of fever as I lay sun-stricken and raving in the |
open boat after my escape from the German man-of-war. This I ask myself, |
but ever does there come before me a hideously vivid vision in reply. |
I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that |
may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, |
worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable |
likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when |
they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the |
remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the land shall sink, |
and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium |
The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body |
lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! |
The window! |